Just Beneath the Mirror’s Surface

We are water.

Our words pour out
our grief.

Heated in our argument
our flowing tears
cloud our thinking.

It might be easier
to push them back,
but we must put our palms together
and our righteousness aside.

To smear clarity through the fog,
and bring us into focus,
we need to retouch
our unyielding words.

Our hearts pour out
our love.

We are water.